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Warp drive, for Earth's people, was basically playing catch up to Superman with science. Capt. James T. Kirk was very proud of his Enterprise. Kirk also happened to be one of the few men know knew Superman's real identity. This was because of a fieldtrip Riverside students had taken to Smallville (well, not Smallville, per say, but it was along the way) that ended in a rivalry close enough to be called a. friendship. It kept Kirk sane, before the Enterprise.

"You've done well for yourself, Kirk." Clark states, as proud as any friend of Jim Kirk can claim, taking a seat at Kirk's table without even a by-your-leave. At his side, Spock is swiftly tense, not liking his space being invaded. Not liking Clark Kent's easy familiarity with him: or perhaps sensing something alien about the secret identity of Superman.

"A date?" Spock asks of the two, but goes unanswered, as Kirk takes Kent's hand and shakes on it.

"A deal." Kirk agrees, and then they part ways, Kent moving on, and Kirk staying in his seat, sprawled out and more relaxed then he's been since he last saw Kent. He smiles at his glass of rum and coke, drinking to fond memories - to come.

Sure enough, the Enterprise, being a top line ship of Star Fleet finds itself called to another planet. They go warp, the sensors being just good enough to detect Superman catching, matching, and speeding along.

It's a deal he doesn't really regret (though he lost, badly – it's not really an all-bad thing), writhing on his bedroom sheets in his cabin on the Enterprise: Superman's kisses hot and trailing down his bare belly skin.